Take it Off!

"Take it off!"

Melvin looked at my wife in stunned silence as though he hadn't just heard what she said. Anna stood in front of him, blocking both our view of the TV screen. Her arms were akimbo. Her gaze was on Melvin, but he instead glanced at me, seated beside him as though thinking the command was for both of us. He was about to witness how much of a devourer of men Anna was.

* * *

"I'm going to do it," Anna told me while I was chopping carrots into a bowl in the kitchen.

She stood behind my back when she said this. I responded with an affirmative grunt while still keeping with cutting the carrots to add to the waiting bowl of salad beside me on the kitchen counter. Anna obviously didn't hear me as she then came around to the other side of the kitchen counter. This time she slapped her palms on the counter to grab my attention, making the sleeve of her blouse fall off her shoulder to reveal the bra she wore underneath.

"Lloyd, did you hear me?"

I looked up from what I was doing and replied, "Sure, Anna."

"I'm going to make him take it off," she repeated what she had earlier said. "Do you dare that I won't?"

"I've never been one to dare you, Anna. You know that."

That pleased her as she then gave me a smirk that attempted to remind me who was in charge of the household.

"What time is he coming over?"

"In the next two hours," I checked the time on my watch just to be sure. It said 3:15 p.m. "He's gonna bring the beers."

"Good," she nodded, then added, "I'll bet that won't be the only thing he's bringing."

She went ahead crackling aloud while I watched her, too stunned to think of any response to give.

Melvin did arrive at the house as he promised he would. The time was 5:35 p.m., and he brought with him a six-pack of Budweiser as promised.

Anna welcomed him with typical fanfare. I watched her the entire time as she mooned over Melvin while he responded to her accordingly. Melvin had professed Anna's beauty to me once. Though he had been somewhat shy about it as if he presumed I was going to explode on him when he said it. If only he knew how much Anna craved his presence. But as always, I was reluctant about inviting him to become a regular at our home.

To put things in a better perspective, I run a tools repair business, and Melvin was under my employment. There was him and three others, though, for some profound reason, I was quite fond of Melvin and always enjoyed his presence at the office. It was on a Thanksgiving holiday two years ago that I first invited him to my home. That was the first time he and Anna laid eyes on each other. It was also the same night he expressed how beautiful Anna was. He had been to my home three times since then, but never enough for Anna to get over. I knew somehow that this day had been coming a long time. But never could I have predicted the outcome.

Anna had persuaded me to invite him over this time around. I knew her intention, and two days prior I to him coming over, I had waited till we had closed for the day at the shop before having a man-to-man chat with Melvin. He had taken everything in stride; it was almost as if he, too, sensed what was coming.

"My wife wants you over for dinner," I said to him candidly. "And I have to let you in on a little secret, Mel. My wife kinda likes you. She's talked about you for days. I'm not going to tell you what to do, but should you feel the necessary inclination to want to do something with her, I sure as hell won't be one to stop you two."

There. I'd said it; the cat was finally out of the bag. Melvin said he was looking forward to having dinner with us; nothing more was shared between us. I relayed the message to Anna, and to say that she was ecstatic would be an understatement. She was thrilled to my utter disbelief. She described to me that night, in as plain words she could summon, what she intended to do with Melvin. I could barely control myself from whimpering as I laid there listening to her.

* * *

We concluded breakfast then Melvin and I retired to the den to watch a football game as well to enjoy the six-pack he had brought with him. Anna was on her best behavior all through. She made conversation with Melvin, but it was all perfunctory; nothing out of the ordinary so far. I almost thought the rest of the evening would continue without a hitch.

Boy, was I wrong.

Anna had gone upstairs and changed into what she called her sexy evening outfit. It was a tight burgundy dress that stopped a few inches short of her thighs. The dress had an exposed V front that showcased her bust. She was wearing matching slippers and thigh stockings. My jaw must have landed on the floor, as did Melvin. Neither of us uttered a word as she stood there in front of us, smiling victoriously, knowing she had accomplished half of her mission.

"Take it off!" she addressed Melvin.

He couldn't tell at first what she meant. Then she indicated at his clothes, and then he got the point. He came to his feet and excitedly began unbuttoning his shirt.

I attempted to say something: "Umm, honey, don't you think—"

"Shut it, white boy!" she glared at me. "I wasn't talking to your pathetic ass."

I stewed in my silence after that. Melvin had discarded his shirt and Anna indicated at the rest of his clothes, to which he undid his belt buckle and shoved his jeans down his thighs. His penis shot out of his boxers without warning. Anna reached over and grabbed it even as Melvin struggled to extract his foot out of his jeans before kicking it aside. She was all smiles, too, as she caressed his hard-on. She dropped to her knees while cradling his dick with both hands.

"This is what I wish my husband had," she gave me a snide look as if daring me to argue. "It's why I've wanted him to invite you over. I just know from the first time we met that you would be packing heat."

"Well, thanks for the compliment," said Melvin.

"But the question is do you know how to make good use of it?"

Melvin shrugged and said, "Only one way to find out."

Anna knew it, too. She pulled Melvin forward and with her mouth hanging open allowed him to stick his cock into her mouth. She moaned with pleasure as his cock grew hard the longer he went on fucking her mouth. At one point she turned to look at me, still taking a mouthful of my employee's dick, and she appeared to gloat at me. Her eyes seemed to say: "Look at it, white boy! I'm enjoying a real man's cock, and there's nothing you can fucking do about it."

I was disgusted, appalled, and simultaneously intrigued as I watched my wife continue to swallow Melvin's thick hard-on. I couldn't wait to see what she intended doing next.

She suddenly stopped, then rose to her feet and took a moment to wipe strings of saliva from her mouth. She hadn't let go from stroking Melvin's dick.

"Let's go upstairs," she said. "I can think of plenty of things I'd love to do with this big tool of yours." She turned to me, and her voice turned cold. "You stay here, white boy. Us grown-ups will be back in a bit."

Melvin went with her and I watched him grab my wife as they went up the stairs to the bedroom.